Chapter 36

I’m no longer joining in prayer, not that I really was. I lift my head and stare at the back of the twins’ heads, who are sitting directly in front of me. My mind drifts to something Mr. Friday said most recently about the brothers: How much will the irresistible duo cost me for an hour of their time?

Unfortunately for Mr. Friday’s personal means of sexual pleasure, the twins are terribly straight, perhaps even faggot-bashers, or so rumors have spread about their bar-hopping adventures and ruthless tempers through the Friday family. Mr. Friday never did have the opportunity to enjoy an evening of a man-on-man-on-man raunch-fest with the pair, not that the twins would have cordially obliged, anyway.